The Final Moments

The air was heavy in the narrow alley. "Will" was running fast, his heart pounding in his chest as if it was about to explode.

Behind him, heavy footsteps could be heard drawing nearer, filled with determination.

Behind him, heavy footsteps could be heard drawing nearer, filled with determination.

He couldn't see them, but he could feel them chasing him.

The end of the alley appeared ahead, but there was no escape.

He felt sweat dripping down his forehead, his breathing growing faster.

He looked to his sides, but found nothing that could help him escape.

He remembered how he ended up here, but he didn't know what had happened.

Was this his fate? Was this the end?

He murmured softly, "I won't let them…"

Suddenly, he felt something heavy in his chest, as if his bones were starting to break from the inside.

Their footsteps grew closer and closer, so he tried to focus.

He thought back to the last moment, the sudden attack that had made him run this way.

No, he wasn't afraid of death.

He was afraid of dying without achieving his goal.

He stopped for a moment, trying to catch his breath, then decided to keep running.

But in a moment, he felt a sharp pain in his side, and then he fell to the ground.

His heart beat loudly in his ears like a war drum.

He raised his head to see four men approaching him.

They were smiling, cold smiles full of disdain.

"You won't leave here alive, Will," one of them said harshly.

Will tried to move, but his body felt heavier than ever.

He breathed heavily, his eyes searching for a way out.

But deep down, he knew there was no escape.

"This is the end of the game," another said, stepping closer with steady steps.

But just before the knife came down on him, he felt something strange.

There was a strange light shining in his eyes, as if the world itself was changing around him.

Then he heard a strange internal voice: "Do you wish to return?"

"Return?" Will muttered with his eyes closed.

He tried to open his mouth to respond, but no sound came out.

The knife was mere millimeters from his heart when he felt something like an electric spark.

The shadows began to fade away before him, and the lights changed rapidly.

The steps of the man holding the knife stopped, as if time had frozen.

Suddenly, he felt something heavy pulling his mind inward.

He couldn't define what was happening, but it felt like his body was disintegrating.

His vision turned into blurry shadows, and strange sounds filled his mind.

His mouth was dry, but he felt a strange energy pulsing through his body.

And in the moment when the knife was about to reach his heart, his soul felt like it was leaving his body.

But there was no pain, only emptiness and a dreadful silence.

The darkness swallowed him deeper, and everything around him disappeared.

Then, memories suddenly struck him like an arrow piercing the stillness.

Another voice in his mind: "System activated."

He felt like his body was burning with some kind of energy, but he couldn't understand why.

The darkness was interspersed with a bright light, then suddenly, everything vanished.

When he regained consciousness, he felt something strange. He wasn't in the same dark alley.

But what was odd was the feeling of hunger… and emptiness.

He began to open his eyes slowly, trying to understand where he was.

There was a transparent screen flashing before him, but before he could comprehend, another voice overwhelmed him:

"You're here. You're in the year 2034."

He wasn't in the alley. He wasn't in any place he knew.

"You have been chosen." The voice confirmed it in an undeniable way.

Suddenly, Will felt something strange flowing through his body.

It was as though he was breathing for the first time, every cell in his body coming back to life, but in a different way.

He slowly opened his eyes, trying to see what was around him. The transparent screen before him flickered with bright colors.

There was data rapidly accumulating, like fast-moving codes on a computer screen.

"You are in the year 2034. You have been chosen to activate the system." The cold voice came again, inside his head, not from any specific place.

The words echoed in his mind, but his mind was confused.

"What does this mean?" he thought.

He instinctively raised his hands to look at himself. His body seemed normal, there were no signs of blood or injuries.

His hands were free of marks, and he thought he had been on the verge of death.

But this wasn't death. It was a return, a return to something entirely different.

He began to sit up slowly, feeling a heaviness in his chest.

There was an unsettling silence surrounding him.

Then, suddenly, an image appeared on the screen before him.

"Objective: Build an empire.

First soldier: You must find one."

"One?" he murmured.

He felt something strange in his chest, as if the system was speaking directly to him.

He began to look around, but nothing was familiar.

He was in a dark room, with faint lights in the corners.

The walls were neutral, and the background was metallic surfaces, as if he were in an industrial place far from people.

"What's happening here?" he whispered to himself.

Then he heard footsteps approaching him.

He tried to stand, but felt a heaviness in his body. Everything felt strange to him.

When he turned to face the sound, a dark figure appeared before him, a large man with short hair and sharp features.

He was wearing military attire, and his eyes examined him with interest.

"Are you… are you the one chosen?" the man said in a low voice.

"Where am I?" Will asked, his voice hoarse, trying to control his fear.

The man smiled slightly, but the smile was cold. 

"You are here to begin. Here, you will learn how to become the strongest."

"The strongest?" Will thought.

"Who are you?" he asked sharply.

"I am part of the system that has been activated for you," the man replied, then added, "But I'm only the first test."

"Test?" Will wondered.

The man nodded. "There won't be time for many questions. You need to find your men and start building the power that will change everything."

"My men? How?" The words piled up in Will's mind.

"Everything will appear before you. Don't be afraid. Just do what you're told."

"But I don't understand…"

The man looked at him coldly. "You won't need to understand everything now. But time is limited."

His last sentence made Will feel pressure, as if the clock was ticking relentlessly in his heart.

Suddenly, he felt something in his pocket. Will pulled out a small phone. It looked strange, as if it contained advanced technology he had never seen before.

The screen displayed the words: "Objective: Build the mafia. Identify the first member."

Will took a deep breath, surprised that everything was moving faster than he had anticipated.

The man watched his reaction closely.

"Choosing the first one is not easy. You have many options. You must be careful."

The man then turned to leave, but before disappearing, he added, "And don't forget, everything depends on your strength."

Will stood hesitantly, thinking about his words. "How do I begin?"

The room felt tighter around him, as if the place itself was pushing him to take one step forward.

He grabbed his phone and opened the data file that had appeared before him.

There was a list of several names, strong men from various places.

"Choosing… the first member?" Will whispered to himself, hesitating.

He felt as if a decisive choice was about to be made, but his heart was weighed down even more.

Was he ready for this responsibility? Could he trust these people he didn't know?

As he looked through the options, the phone screen began to blink. "Time is running out."

He took a deep breath and began to determine his first step.

The screen in front of Will flickered, filled with names and images of various men.

Each of them appeared strong, but nothing about them reassured him.

A strange feeling swept over his heart, as if he was about to choose the fate of another man, but did he have time to think?

"I don't have the luxury of waiting," he whispered to himself, feeling the pressure of time.

There were so many options: a physically imposing man, another with sharp features, and a third with a dark look that revealed a long history of struggle.

Despite their differences, they were all now connected by one fate: Will's.

He thought about them all. These men were not just ordinary soldiers; they were tools to build a powerful mafia.

"Should I choose the strongest physically? Or the one with the most cunning?" The questions kept flooding his mind.

The screen displayed brief information about each man: their past, strengths, abilities, and sometimes their mistakes.

Suddenly, his gaze stopped at one name: "Michael Harris."

The image of this man showed a sharp look, and his movements were strong, but there was something else that made him stand out from the rest.

Michael knew more about the criminal world than anyone else. He was an expert at dealing with gangs and had a knack for surviving impossible situations.

"He's the one," Will decided to himself, selecting his name on the list.

Then, something strange appeared on the screen: "Connect with Michael Harris now."

He felt a strange sensation, as if the system was responding to every action, every decision.

He pressed the button to connect, and after a few moments, an image of an older man appeared on the screen, his eyes filled with wisdom and experience.

"You're Will, right?" the man asked.

"Yes," Will answered, closely watching the man.

"The system has chosen you to start building a mafia from nothing. You need someone like me."

"You seem like you know what you're doing," Will said, with a slight hesitation in his voice.

The man smiled, a cautious smile. "That's true. But you need to know, no one can build an empire without making sacrifices."

"Sacrifices?" Will asked softly.

"Yes. In our world, everything has a price. Whether it's money, loyalty, or even life," Michael said.

"I'm ready to pay any price," Will answered with confidence, despite the anxiety he felt.

His words felt unfamiliar, as if he was hearing them for the first time.

"If you're ready, then let's begin," Michael replied, raising his eyebrows.

"Where can I find you?" Will asked.

"Wherever you choose. You're the leader here," Michael said, getting to the point.

Will felt a new pressure. He was now the leader, and it was up to him to make the decisions.

The clock was ticking on his heart, and every moment pushed him toward the unknown.

"When do we start?" Will asked, rising with determination.

"Right now. This will be your first test," Michael replied.

Suddenly, coordinates appeared on the screen for a location in the city.

"Is this the starting point?" Will asked, seeing the address that marked the first step of his journey.

"Yes. You'll find men there. They'll test you. This will be the beginning of building your army."

Will felt as if the world was shrinking before his eyes, but now there was no time for doubt.

"I'm going. Get ready," Will said as he left the place he was in, determined to move forward.

His steps were firm, his eyes filled with an undeniable intensity.

Though he didn't know everything about Michael, he knew he was the person he needed now.

"Will, don't forget. Every step has consequences," Michael's voice came from behind him, warning him.

"I won't forget. I'll be careful," Will replied, glancing back before continuing his walk.

As he left the place, he felt like something big was in his path.

The air was cold, and the city was full of lights, but in his heart, there was a feeling of fire.

"There's no turning back. I have to be strong," he thought.

He went to the location the screen had sent him to, his mind full of questions.

And in his heart, there was an unbreakable resolve.

He knew this was the beginning of change, the beginning that had to be decisive.

Along the way, he felt the eyes of some passersby on him, as if they knew something about his fate.

When he reached the designated place, he found himself in front of an old, ruined building, filled with mystery.

"This is the beginning," Will whispered as he entered the place, ready for his first test.